Disclaimer: Lucasarts owns all storyline events from the Star Wars: Knights of the
Old Republic 2: The Sith Lords game, as well as locations with the exception of Reloria and all towns and cities within it, as well as all characters beyond Relador Kae, with more to come. And I'm sorry but I almost forgot, they also own the last name Kae.

Author: Talk about close encounters of the unwanted kind! And in case I didn't mention, this story has a DSM Revan and a DSM Exile(the one from the game).

Relador arose from his meditation after close to three hours, his first stimulus being the loud roar of a small starship's hyperdrive engine. "At last, a way off this damnable rock." He exclaimed as he stood up. He ran out the cave entrance, exiting just in time to see three people walking into the Academy. He noticed that one of them held two Lightsabers. Turning on his new Stealth Field Generator, he ran towards the ship's entrance ramp, only to hear the beeping of a T3 droid. He slowed down nearly to a standstill, but not before he tripped over a dead body, attracting several Hssiss. They came, but saw nothing. None of them had any idea what was happening until one of them began to choke, and another rose up into the air, again choking, only to fall down violently after its neck snapping. The Hssiss ran around in their confusion, making them all the more susceptible to Relador's Force assaults.

Shortly after the deaths of the Hssiss, an Iridonian man came out onto the entrance ramp.

"What was all the commotion about Teethree? Did something try to get onboard? I see dead bodies all around, but what killed them, there's no blaster wounds on any of them. T3, what's going on?" he said, looking at each of the corpses in turn.

"Dwooo. Bee beep dwo tweep?" the droid beeped in answer.

"No, none on the outside. This one looks like its lungs were violently collapsed, and this one look the same but its neck is also snapped in several places. All the other ones appear to have just died, I can't find anything wrong with them. I tell you, this place gives me the creeps T3." The Iridonian replied, walking back into the ship. "Come on, I'm gonna close the door." He added, looking back at the droid.

Hearing this, Relador sprinted for the ramp, his SFG allowing him silence of movement, even while running. He ran up the ramp, even as it rose up into the air. Relador was just barely able to jump through the space between hull and ramp before he was crushed between the two, not exactly the way he'd want to go. He ran into the storage room and hid a secret compartment that smelled like it once held spices. He typed the code RED-47 into his datapad so that he would be able to get out at will. He also spliced the security camera cables in with the second datapad he always kept with him, just in case.

"I understand why you worry, but I have fixed utility droids that were blown nearly in half and I have gotten them back to the way they were before the war even started. But if you don't trust in my abilities, or just don't trust me, I will not bother you anymore"

"T3, I served with Bao-Dur during the Mandalorian Wars, I've seen what he can do. He is the equivalent of a Jedi as far as healing droids goes. I trust in his abilities, possibly more then even he does! I believe that if there's anyone in this galaxy that can fix you up, it's him. Let him try, for me?"

"Dwooooo, Beep boo dwee boo bee."

"Sounds like their having an argument about some person named Bao-Dur's repair and computer use skills. Hmm, I wonder if he could fix up that old HK model I saw coming in? It looked like it was missing quite a few parts though, ones that aren't included in standard part packs. I wonder what's up in the bridge?" Relador said after checking out the Main Hold camera.

"Listen, I don't feel like having to fight a Jedi, even a crazy old bat like you. I know what he would do if I told him of my real past, and I do indeed remember the pact you forced me into you manipulative witch. I will get us to Narr Shadarr, and then you can find your own damn pilot because I am getting tired of sitting here all the time!" a young man said in an aggravated tone.

"Ah, but young and stupid Atton, that would be breaking your promise, remember? You also promised to stay as our pilot, and if we need your skill, whatever they might be, we will call upon you. Here, I daresay we will find a use for you, murderer. Just remember, if you reveal your past to him, he will cast you away, but I, I will kill you. Remember our pact, and act accordingly." An old lady with her hood covering the vast majority of her face said in a cold and threatening tone. Relador could see that she was missing one hand, and there was a burned stump where the wrist should have been.

"Why does she seem familiar? Perhaps it's that hair hanging out from the hood around her neck, it almost looks like something a young female Twilek would put on her head-tails. But she's no Twi-" Relador passed out before he could say any more.

He was on Malachor V, near a strangely familiar building. He saw the old hag from the Ebon Hawk, and remembered who she was. Darth Treya. He saw four others beside her. One had a mask preventing anyone from seeing his real face, one looked like he slept with Vibroswords. The one next to him looked almost normal, with the exception of the cracked, gray skin. The last one had another mask, but this one Relador recognized. It was the one his father would wear outside the house!

"Come now Lord Fretoric, take off that mask already, we all know that you only use it so that you can keep your son away from danger." Treya said calmly. Fretoric grudgingly took the mask off, revealing the same pale, smooth face that Relador had admired as a father for so long. Then the strange group of Sith Lords walked into the academy, all of them as silent as a sneaking scoundrel.

Relador awoke with a start. He knew what he had seen, and he knew what it meant. He was the son of a Sith Lord! He wondered why the Council was so hasty to sever his connection to the Force. He also wondered why it had taken o little time for him to regain the use of it. It must have been, perhaps 10 years since he was banished and forgotten. His fury rose, but it disappeared instantly when he felt the ship hit the ground.

"Handmaiden, I would like you to accompany me into Narr Shadarr. Visas will be joining us as well. Will you come?" came a voice, soft and gentle yet saturated with hidden evil and malice.

"I will come with you, but even if only to keep that Dark Jedi off of you. I must protect you with my life." Came another voice, this one of a woman, strong and wise in the workings of battle. Relador got the strange feeling that she was Echani trained. The two left the Cargo Hold, and Relador followed closely. He knew that he could get off of Narr Shadarr and get back at the Jedi Council easier if he did not travel with the other Exile, Kiertach. He set out, searching for a traveling companion, and one to teach his fighting styles to.